I come here because of Marissa.Marissa has been making my coffee every day for six weeks. I remember when she started — not just because of her rare... skill of mastering the machines with her first perfect cup, but because of that smile.Before Marissa arrived, my latte was always excellent, always served with efficiency, yet always with that strained smile she'd been forcing on her customers since 7am. June was a great barista and she ran a fantastic café, but she needed to remind herself how to. "John, stay under here," your dad yelled over the noise. "I'm going to get your mom! Don't move!"He ran off into the throngs of people - everyone was running for Route 13, the only way out of the town. "STACY," you shout - recognizing your mother's friend, Stacy Heart, as she was running pass you. "STAAAACCCYYYYY!!!!" She stops suddenly - looking at you in shock, she starts running towards you, when the crowd around her screams in fear! A pack of Houndour had run dead at her - burning the grass. .” Michael grinned and stepped out of the tent to look for firewood. After they had a fire going Fiona got a few sticks for skewering the marshmallows and handed the bag of marshmallows to Michael. “Start heating these up, I'm going to get the rest of the ingredients.” Fiona disappeared into the tent and returned with a box of graham crackers in one hand and a jar in the other. “Where are the chocolate bars?” Michael asked. “I didn't pack them,” she grinned as she tossed him the jar. Michael. At your service oh lovely one.’ She could feel herself grow warmer in his presence and his violet eyes were so striking against his long mane of raven hair. As if someone else was in control her hand snaked into his hair and gripped it firmly and she kissed him with a passion she had not felt in long years. He returned her kiss and he took her into his arms, pressing his hardness against her. Her breasts were smashed against his muscular chest and still there tongues dueled in each other’s.